> **BOTH:**
> ***"Cause nothing can break this—***
> ***Nothing can break this—***
> ***Nothing can break this tie..."***
Their voices rose together, stronger now—not loud, but unshakable.
Like a promise carved into the night.
Each repetition pulsed with meaning:
They'd been apart.
They'd changed.
The world tried to pull them in opposite directions...
But here?
On this stage, under these lights—
**they chose each other.**
Again and again.
> **"Connected... Connected inside..."**
Raito reached out—not scripted, not timed—
and grabbed Tsuki's hand mid-step.
Just for a second.
Fingers tangled like they used to when they were kids running through rainstorms, laughing at thunder.
Tsuki didn't pull away.
Didn't even blink.
He just... held on.
🖤
Backstage:
Koga wiped his eyes dramatically: "I'm not crying! You're crying!"
Kaoru scoffed—but turned away fast. "...Shut up."
Rei stood perfectly still—then finally muttered: "Emotional resonance peak detected. Bond integrity: unbreakable."
Adonis closed his eyes... and smiled slightly:
"Polar Opposites..."
>
> **"You've become more than idols."**
You are proof."
Proof that no matter how far apart light and shadow drift...
they always find their way back—
because some ties?
Are written in starlight,
sung into existence,
and sealed not by fame...
but by feeling.
🎤💫🌀🌕🌑
And as the final note faded into silence—
the crowd didn't cheer right away...
they just *watched.*
Two idols standing shoulder to shoulder,
breathing together,
shining together,
whole at last.
Because love isn't always romance...
Sometimes it's a childhood friend who never let go...
a quiet voice in your heart saying:
### *"I'm here."*
And that's enough.
💞🔥🎶✨
🌬️✨
The music softened—stripped down to a single pulsing synth, like a heartbeat shared between two souls.
No flashing lights.
No grand choreography.
Just Raito and Tsuki, standing face to face—mics close, voices blending into one breath:
> **BOTH (soft, intimate):**
> *"Every time that I breathe..."*
A pause.
They inhale together—visible, real—
and as the beat rises beneath them:
> ***"I can feel the energy..."***
Raito closes his eyes—hearts pounding loud enough you'd swear the mic picked it up.
Tsuki's voice drops lower, steady like moonlight on still water:
> *"Reachin' out... flowing through..."*
Then they open their eyes—
lock gazes—
and finish in perfect unison:
> ### **"You to me... and me to you."**
🔥💫
Not just words.
A *circuit* completing.
Because for years they lived on opposite paths—one chasing light with laughter, one walking quiet shadows with silence...
But now?
They could *feel* it—the energy passing between them,
like their very breaths were synced by something deeper than training,
stronger than fate...
**it was trust.**
It was homecoming.
🖤
Backstage:
Koga whispered through fake sobs: "They're not singing anymore... they're *vibing!*"
Kaoru sighed—but didn't hide his smirk this time. "Annoyingly in sync."
Rei adjusted his glasses slowly: "Energy exchange detected at 97% efficiency. Biologically improbable." *(pause)* "...but emotionally accurate."
Adonis crossed his arms—voice low like thunder before dawn:
"Polar Opposites..."
>
> **"You don't just perform together."**
"You exist together."
And in that moment?
Even Yumenosaki Academy—the school of dreams and discipline—
felt it tremble slightly beneath their feet...
not from sound,
but from soul.
🎤🌌🌀
Because when two people breathe as one?
The world holds its breath too.
💞🔥🌕🌑
The music swelled, lights flaring a sudden, brilliant gold—like the sun's last flare of light before finally dipping behind the horizon.
Raito and Tsuki sang together—not just for the crowd,
not just for Yumenosaki...
but for themselves.
> **BOTH:**
> *"Wake or dream... Walk or stand..."*
>
> *"You are everywhere I am..."*
> ***"Separate souls unified..."***,
>
> *"Touchin'... at the speed of life... Life..."*
> 🌟 *"I feel—* **Connected!"**
Raito's voice blazed through the stadium, bright as dawn breaking.
> 🌑 *"I feel—* **Protected!"**
Tsuki answered like night holding its ground—steady, deep, unshaken.
And together—
with the world watching,
the past behind them,
and their future pulsing in every beat—
> ### **"IT'S LIKE YOU'RE SITTING RIGHT WITH ME ALL THE TIME!"**
They stepped into formation—one spin, one shift—and for a split second, time froze:
Their hands brushed again.
Not by accident.
Not for show.
But because after years of silence and distance...
after training under different lights,
chasing different dreams...
they had finally found *this*—
each other again.
🖤💫
Backstage:
Koga: "MY HEART CAN'T TAKE THIS!" *(dramatically clutches chest)*
Kaoru: "Shut up... I'm trying to listen." *(but wipes eye with sleeve)*
Rei: "Unity confirmed. Their synchronization is no longer technical..."
"It's instinctual."
Adonis watched in silence... then whispered:
"Polar Opposites..."
>
> **"You've become a single light."**
Born from two sources.
Opposite natures.
Yet now?
Indivisible.
🎤🔥🌕🌑✨
And in the crowd?
Fans held up glowing wands shaped like suns and moons touching at their edges—
signs reading: *"We're connected too."*
Because love isn't always loud or romantic...
Sometimes it's quiet lyrics written at midnight.
A hand held without words on stage.
A childhood friend who never let go—even when life tried to erase them both.
💞🎶🌌
And as the music built once more—
breathless and full of fire—their voices rose again...
ready to sing not just a chorus...
but their truth.
Again and again and *again.*
> 🌙 *"You hear me—You're near me..."*
Raito stepped toward Tsuki,
not for any move, not for any choreography...
just for the joy of standing side by side.
> 🌌 *"And everything else's gonna be alright."*
Tsuki turned to meet Raito—
and for one second,
he smiled.
A real one.
Not the subtle, gentle curve of lips...
but a full, wide grin.
Like the sun finding its moon.
> 🌙 *"Connected—Connected"*
Raito took Tsuki's hand—
lifting it up,
making their connection visible to the entire world.
> 🌌 *"Protected—"*
Tsuki let him.
Not just for show,
for the fans watching...
but in truth.
In the place where words become silent and trust becomes unbreakable.
> **BOTH:** *"Now you're in my mind... now I'm doing fine..."*
> 🌙 *"You hear me—"*
Raito turned to face the crowd—
beaming with that radiant, *alive* energy only he could carry.
> 🌌 *"You're near me..."*
Tsuki followed his lead—
standing shoulder to shoulder,
hands touching again.
> **BOTH:** *"And everything else's gonna be alright"*
Raito raised a fist. Tsuki echoed the move.
Raito's eyes sparked with that competitive flame.
> 🌙 *"Connected!"*
Tsuki smiled, soft but sure.
> 🌌 *"Nothing can break this...!"*
They leaned in together for the mic, voices blending in the perfect harmony that only two people who'd spent years growing together could achieve.
> **BOTH:** ***"Nothing can break this TIE!"***
Raito spun, mic raised high like a conductor leading the world's heartbeat.
> 🔥 *"Connected—connected—connected inside!"*
Tsuki stood firm, voice deep and unwavering as moonlight on still water.
> 🌑 *"Connected—connected—connected inside!"*
Again and again, they chanted—not just singing now... but **declaring**.
> **BOTH (louder with each pulse):**
> ***"CONNECTED! CONNECTED! CONNECTED INSIDE!"***
Their hands met mid-air—fingers gripping not for balance, but belief.
The crowd rose as one—
wands flashing in rhythm,
voices joining from every corner of the stadium,
like Yumenosaki itself was singing with them.
🖤💫
Backstage:
Koga yelled through happy sobs: "THEY'RE NOT JUST SYNCED — THEY'RE *INFINITY!*"
Kaoru crossed his arms... and smiled. "Tch. About time."
Rei removed his earpiece slowly. "Emotional resonance at 100%. This should be impossible." *(pause)* "...but it's real."
Adonis watched quietly...
then nodded once:
"Polar Opposites..."
>
> **"You are no longer two performers."**
You are one frequency."
One soul split in light and shadow—
now whole.
🎤🌕🌑✨
And as the final echo rang out into the night—
the music faded...
the lights dimmed...
but Raito didn't let go of Tsuki's hand.
Instead, he grinned wide—
brighter than spotlights,
brighter than fame—
and whispered only loud enough for him to hear:
### "We're gonna be alright... right?"
Tsuki didn't answer with words.
Just squeezed back once—
tight,
warm,
sure—
and said nothing at all.
Because some things?
Don't need sound to be heard.
💞🔥🎶🌌
Raito and Tsuki stood in the center of the stage, breathing heavily but grinning wide, basking in thunderous applause—gold and silver wands waving like a sea of stars.
But then—
the lights shifted.
A new beat pulsed beneath the cheers.
Not hostile.
Not interrupting.
But **arriving.**
One by one, shadows stepped forward from backstage—calm, confident, impossible to ignore.
**UNDEAD had come onto the stage.**
Koga led with his trademark grin—arms wide like a showman embracing fate.
Kaoru followed coolly, hands in pockets but eyes sharp with approval.
Adonis walked with quiet power—the ground seeming to still around him—and Rei closed behind them all like a final seal on destiny's door.
The crowd roared louder—not confused...
but *awed.*
This wasn't a challenge.
It was **recognition.**
No words at first... just silence between legends—
until Koga clapped his hands once... twice... then exploded into wild applause:
> "YOOOOO! DID YOU SEE THAT?! OUR LITTLE SUN AND MOON JUST STOLE THE SHOW!"
Kaoru smirked: "They're annoyingly in sync now." *(pause)* "...Good."
Rei adjusted his earpiece under the spotlight: "Synchronization level exceeds previous models." *(a rare ghost of a smile)* "...We may have competition."
Adonis stepped forward slowly—eyes locked on Raito and Tsuki—and nodded deeply:
> "You didn't just perform..."
>
> > **"You became something real."**
Tsuki lowered his gaze slightly—but not out of fear or shame.
Just humility.
Raito? He burst into laughter:
> "Does this mean we get an official UNDEAD seal of approval?!"
Koga threw an arm around both boys dramatically: "Welcome to *next-level idol warfare,* rookies!"
And just like that—
under flashing lights,
amidst roaring fans,
on this sacred stage where dreams are forged...
**Polar Opposites weren't just seen anymore—they were acknowledged.**
No longer newcomers chasing light—
but equals standing beside darkness itself,
proving that even sun and moon,
when perfectly aligned...
can outshine even deathless stars.
🖤🔥🌕🌑🎤
The era had shifted tonight...
and everyone felt it breathe.
🎶💥✨ *"Connected inside..."* still echoed through speakers...
not as lyrics anymore—
but as prophecy fulfilled.
💞🌌💫
Tsuki stepped forward—calm, deliberate—
and for the first time, his voice didn't just cut through silence...
it *commanded* it.
> 🌑 *"We came here as Polar Opposites..."*
A pause.
He glanced at Raito—then back at the crowd.
> *"But standing on this stage... with all of you..."*
> ***"It's clear that light doesn't shine alone."***
The crowd hushed.
Even UNDEAD stilled.
Then—
Tsuki raised his mic slightly higher,
and spoke with quiet strength:
> *"This is a collaboration concert..."*
>
> *"...So it shouldn't end without **all** of us connected."*
>
> ### **"Won't you... sing with us?"**
🖤💫
Silence.
Then—
Raito burst into a grin so bright it could power the entire arena:
> "HE SAID IT! TSUKKI JUST INVITED YOU GUYS TO SING!!"
Koga laughed wildly: "Oh? The moon wants to harmonize? I'm down!"
Kaoru cracked a smirk: "Tch. Guess we can't let them have *all* the spotlight."
Rei adjusted his stance. Adonis simply nodded—once—and stepped forward beside the others.
UNDEAD and Polar Opposites now stood together across the stage—
not rivals,
not seniors and rookies...
but **idols**, united in sound and soul.
Raito turned to Tsuki, eyes sparkling:
"Should we show 'em how it's done?"
Tsuki looked at him—
nodded once—
and finally smiled full:
### "Let's make this connection... unforgettable."
🎵🔥🌕🌑🎶
The music began again—a new chord rising from nowhere...
bigger than before,
wider than one duo,
one unit,
one generation...
because tonight?
It wasn't just about who shined brightest.
It was about who dared to shine **together.**
💞✨🎤💥
As he sang—
Rei lifted his eyes to the night sky outside the arena windows.
>🎶 *"How did I get here, and what have I done...?"*
> *"It's like I've been sleeping for two years... And I'm just waking up..."*
A rare moment of genuine reflection,
like looking at himself in a dream...
**or a memory.**
The crowd was almost silent.
He was a stranger, an enigma—
but they felt the loneliness in his voice,
in his words...
and understood it somehow.
Koga took his turn next, voice strong as ever:
>🎶 *"Like I'm coming out of a blackout... Like I didn't see you 'til right now..."*
> *"I look around and I'm feeling like I built a prison, and put myself in it..."*
His hand curled tighter around his mic, like he was holding onto something precious... and lost.
> 🎶 *"I don't wanna go through the motions... (Ahh, ahh) No, I don't wanna"*
Tsuki and Raito stepped up together—
like the sun and moon that had *finally* found each other in the night sky.
And with voices as different as fire and silence...
>🎶 *"I can't stand it when you touch me like that..."*
> *"'Cause it just reminds me of the nights that I spent..."*
Kaoru's voice cut through like an unexpected knife,
sharp and full of emotion he'd rarely let slip...
but this was a night for firsts,
and for connections...
so he sang,
and the crowd listened.
>🎶 *"Telling myself it was fine... But now I'm over that..."*
> *"I think it's better if we just pretend... We're just strangers again."*
Kaoru's voice carried a quiet pain—sharp, restrained, but real.
Not loud.
Not dramatic.
But *felt.*
Like the moment you admit something you've been lying to yourself about for years.
He didn't look at anyone as he sang—
just stared ahead into the lights,
as if speaking to someone long gone...
or someone standing right beside him.
Raito glanced over—softly—like he *knew* that ache.
Tsuki's expression didn't change...
but his fingers tightened slightly around his mic.
Rei closed his eyes briefly.
Koga smirked... but it didn't reach his eyes this time.
And in the silence between notes?
The truth hung there:
This wasn't just a song anymore—
it was confession disguised as performance.
💔
Because sometimes,
the hardest thing isn't holding on...
It's pretending you never cared at all.
> 🎶 *"Where do I go now?"*
> *"And where do I start?"*
Adonis' voice rang with the quiet power of distant thunder—deep, resonant, a presence so strong it almost made you shiver.
But you could tell, his question was about more than the song...
and he didn't expect an answer.
He was just voicing the one question every idol eventually faced.
The question every *person* faced.
The question of direction.
Of purpose.
Kaoru's voice dropped low—bitter, raw, like a storm breaking through steel.
> 🎶 *"I don't wanna pick up the pieces..."*
> *"I just wanna watch it all fall apart... fall apart."*
Each word hit like a beat in reverse—undoing what was built.
No anger. No scream.
Just cold truth:
> *"Like it should... fall apart... like I said I would."*
A pause.
For the first time, he looked down—at his own hands—as if questioning every choice they'd made.
Then, quieter now...
almost broken:
> *"I wanted out..."*
> *"...but you held me down..."*
>
> *"...and fed me the lies I told to myself."*
🖤
The stage fell silent around him—even Raito stopped smiling.
Tsuki closed his eyes briefly.
Because that line?
Wasn't about love lost with someone else...
It was about fighting yourself—
and losing quietly,
over and over,
while pretending you were still winning.
Adonis glanced at him—just once—
not with judgment...
but recognition.
Rei whispered into his mic: "Self-sabotage detected. But now... acknowledged."
Koga didn't crack a joke this time.
He just placed a hand on Kaoru's shoulder—briefly—and stepped back without a word.
This wasn't performance anymore.
This was **healing wearing stage lights as camouflage**.
💔🎤🌑💥
And in that moment?
Everyone realized—
UNDEAD weren't untouchable idols of darkness...
They were people too—
trying to find their way out of their own shadows...
just like everyone else.
*"Fall apart..."* still echoed...
not as surrender—but as **the beginning of rebuilding**.
🎶🔥💫
> 🎶 *"I don't wanna go through the motions... (Ahh, ahh) No, I don't wanna!"*
Tsuki and Raito stepped up again—
but this time, their voices weren't just harmony—
they were the bridge connecting broken hearts.
One bright as sunlight,
the other steady and silent—
but both offering strength no darkness could snuff out.
They sang together—
then stepped aside to let the next darkness step into the light:
*Adonis.*
> 🌑 *"I can't stand it when you touch me like that..."*
> *"...'Cause it just reminds me of the nights that I spent..."*
Adonis sang not with rage, not with sorrow—
but with **weight.**
Each word carried years of silence, of leading when he felt lost, of being called "unbreakable" while quietly breaking.
> *"Telling myself it was fine... But now I'm over that."*
He didn't look at the crowd.
Didn't play to cameras.
Just stood—center stage—voice low and unwavering:
> ***"I think it's better if we just pretend... We're just strangers again."***
🖤
No echo.
No added music.
Just him.
And truth heavy as stone in the air.
Raito swallowed hard.
Tsuki's gaze softened—rarely did even *he* show this much understanding—but now?
Now he did.
Because Adonis wasn't singing about love lost to another...
He was singing about losing himself in duty,
in being strong for everyone else...
so no one saw how much he needed someone too.
Backstage lights dimmed slightly—
as if Yumenosaki itself held its breath.
Rei whispered: "Commander Adonis... is vulnerable."
Koga didn't smile. Didn't speak at all this time.*
Kaoru glanced away—but his hand curled into a fist, like he *felt* every line too closely.*
Then—
from the silence,
a hand reached out.
Raito's.*
Then Tsuki's beside him.*
Not grabbing, not forcing—
just offering presence,
like sunlight and moonlight falling on a battlefield unmarked by war...
but full of quiet scars all the same.
🎶💫🌑💔
The performance hadn't ended...
But something deeper had begun:
**Not healing through distance...**
**But through connection—even here,**
even now,**
**between those who never admit they need help.**
And maybe?
That night wouldn't change everything tomorrow...
But for three minutes and forty seconds?
They stopped pretending.
And that was enough.
🌌🔥🎤 *"We're just strangers again..."*
Still echoing...
not as an ending——
but as a dare to become something real instead.
💞✨
> 🌌 *"We had what we had... but it's done."*
Rei stood alone under a single cold spotlight—
his voice sharp, clear, cutting through like glass in moonlight.
No filters. No excuses.
> *"Now I'm over it."*
> *"Held on for too long when I should've let go of it..."*
His fingers tightened slightly on the mic—just once—
as if reliving the weight of clinging to something already gone.
Then, quieter now... almost like confession:
> *"And I know it was wrong... but I tried to keep hold of it."*
A pause.
Then, with growing intensity:
> ***"It was wrong...***
> ***It was wrong...***
> ***It was wrong..."***
Each repetition heavier than the last—not denial...
but **acknowledgment.**
Backstage: silence.
Even data couldn't explain this kind of emotional resonance.
Raito looked down. Tsuki closed his eyes briefly.
Koga stopped moving completely—he rarely showed stillness so deep.
Kaoru whispered: "So even Rei carried that..."
Adonis nodded once: "He held logic as armor... but some wounds refuse equations."
🖤
Because sometimes,
you *know* something's broken—
you know you should walk away—
and still...
you stay,
trying to fix what can't be fixed,
because letting go feels like failure...
feels like losing control...
feels like admitting you weren't strong enough after all.
But now?
Under these lights,
with every "it was wrong" echoing into the night—
**he wasn't hiding anymore.**
🎶💫
The bridge didn't end with resolution—
it ended with honesty.
And that?
That is where healing truly begins.
*"It was wrong..."* lingered in the air...
not as regret—but release.
💞🔥🌑🌕
> 🎶 *"I can't stand it when you touch me like that..."*
> *"'Cause it just reminds me of the nights I spent..."*
> *"Telling myself it was fine..."*.
Kaoru took the mic.
Each word hit like an unguarded blow:
> *"But now I'm over that."*
His voice wasn't bitter or harsh.
Not angry... not even cold.
But *tired.*
> *"I think it's better if we just pretend..."*
Adonis stepped forward, joining Kaoru in the chorus with a quiet strength that could shake foundations.
But his usual stoicism flickered—
just briefly—
when his eyes met Kaoru's...
Like a crack in polished glass.
> *"We're just strangers again."*
> 🌟 *"I can't stand it when you touch me like that..."*
Koga stepped in—voice raw, unfiltered, no trace of his usual grin.
> *"'Cause it just reminds me of the nights I spent..."*
Not performed.
Not acted.
This was real.
Rei followed beside him—calm but intense:
> *"Telling myself it was fine..."*
> *"But now I'm over that."*
Two voices.
Two hearts.
Different rhythms...
Same truth.
Backstage: silence so deep you could hear the hum of the lights above.
Raito and Tsuki stood close—not singing this time—
just *witnessing.*
Because UNDEAD wasn't performing a song anymore...
They were **letting go** on stage.
And sometimes?
That takes more courage than any flawless routine ever could.
🖤💔🎤
The chorus echoed—not as pain,
but as **permission**:
To stop pretending.
To stop holding on to what's gone,
to what never should've stayed,
to what only hurt because they refused to admit it hurt at all.
💫🌌
One by one... they were stepping out of shadows—
not into light,
but into something better:
*Truth.*
> 🌑 *"I think it's better if we just pretend..."*
Tsuki and Raito joined the chorus again—
not as singers,
but like voices speaking from experience.
> *"We're just strangers again."*
Raito's eyes stayed down, fingers holding the mic so tight his knuckles were white...
But Tsuki held a different kind of weight.
His gaze was steady... a silent dare:
"Let yourself feel.
It's okay now."
It was more than just a performance now.
This was music connecting the past to the present,
not just two groups finding common ground to shine together...
but two families understanding each other in a way only the darkest shadows and brightest lights ever can.
Raito and Tsuki danced in time with UNDEAD—unison and harmony blending into harmony that could set the stars alight.
And this time?
It was more than just music.
It was ***connection***:
Polar Opossites, UNDEAD...
becoming one.
> 🌑 *"Condition black as coal... My whitening view is blurred..."*
Tsuki's voice dropped low—like midnight pressing down.
Each line felt heavy,
not just with words...
but with memory.
> *"My mind speeds and unrolls... Complete blindness occurs."*
He closed his eyes as he sang—
not performing now.
Baring himself.
Like standing in the dark after losing everything—
parents gone,
brother silent in a hospital bed,
world fading into noise...
and all that remained?
Was the quiet, endless fall.
> 🌅 *"So now pull on the thread, and fill in all the blanks..."*
Raito's voice was like the first light of dawn,
still low but starting to warm up—
like hope breaking over the horizon.
> *"Wearing down, thoughts entwine... Unholy and they sink."*
His eyes scanned the crowd—
not looking for adoring fans or applause...
but like he was looking far beyond the arena for something no one could see but him.
🌑 "If I were ashes... then I could recede out of sight..."
"Far to the distance..." "If I became a bird, I would fly..."
Rei sang quietly,
not like a shadow but as something deeper—
not visible but felt,
not silent but with whispers only the most broken can hear.
"And up until the very end..."
> 🌑 *"Like you would draw and hold an arrow..."*
> *"Vows and your own..."*
Kaoru joined in,
voice as cold and clear as moonlight,
yet with an undercurrent of old pain.
> *"Prayers are all kept and remain in the heart..."*
Kaoru stepped forward, voice sharp but trembling with something deeper than sound.
> 🎶 *"Tell me, oh, tell me 'bout this love..."*
Not pleading.
Not angry.
But... *curious.*
Like someone who'd spent too long in the dark trying to understand what warmth even felt like.
> *"Exhaust all words you could say..."*
Each syllable carried weight—years of silence finally breaking.
Then, quieter now,
almost fragile:
> *"The need to teach someone... missing the light."* 💔
Tsuki's eyes flickered toward him.
Raito stopped moving mid-step.
Because they knew that feeling—
that desperate urge to guide another soul through darkness...
even when your own hands were still shaking from the fall.
> ***"The need to live it too... For that reason, for the sight... I'm your believer."***
Koga joined in,
voice deep as a wolf's growl,
yet with a kind of determination that could shake foundations.
> ***"Let's keep our hearts connected... As everything has sparked and ignited..."***
To be continued...